Thoughts upon a midnight

Sometimes I have the urge to do things that make me seem like I’m a virus. Write my friends cryptic emails with tinyurl links, put junk comments in blogs. Ever heard of the Reverse Turing Test?

Other times my mind wanders to what would be the least appropriate thing to do in a situation, and I think about doing it. It’s not that I want to, but I fixate on how incredibly CRAZY it would be to do so. Ask my in private for some good examples.

Every once in a while I will put on my gym clothes, walk around talking to people about how I am headed to the gym, and then take a shower and change back into my normal clothes. It’s not that I mean to deceive, I just don’t quite make it. In truth, sometimes I know deep down it’s not going to happen. I’d like to see the hard evidence behind this asinine little tidbit of “news” that claims having a pot belly is now suddenly cool. I don’t think cool, so much as a fact of life, and what the average male physique looks like in such tight hipster clothing. I’m really tired of people going to Williamsburg, making pithy observations, and calling themselves trendwatchers.

Managed care in this country is so broken. There are a preponderance of doctors who don’t see themselves as partners in the care of your health, but as soulless revolving doors. Today I had my Orthopedist – Lester Lieberman near Grand Central, don’t go to him – interrupt my question of “so what is your diagnosis from the xrays? can I go running?” etc. with instructions to call a specialist, then hang up on me as soon as he could. We need a system that fundamentally changes the incentives towards making patients healthy and spending more than 5 minutes with a patient.

My god, New York City in the summer really is hot. I get wetter in the heat than I do in the rain. But you didn’t really want to know that, did you?

I’ve been thinking a lot about the distribution model of independent cinema and I think I have some answers. I’m not ready to talk about them yet, though.

I’m getting fed up with social interest documentaries. The tropes get tired out really, really quick. I’ll have a review of one of the ones I just saw at the RI Film Fest coming up soon.

Naps are beautiful. Coffee is dangerous. Nonprofits make the world go round, but what makes nonprofits go round? I may complain about Obama, but seriously – what a man.



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